Untitled Story #2

[Andyzoot]

So a few months back I posted a story. It got...a response from a couple of you and a few of my colleagues requested I do another one. So I obliged and this is what I came up with. I felt like sharing with y'all. I'm going to post up the first and second stories because the second is a sequel.

One important thing to note is that I have made this up as I went along, not alot of thought has gone into this and I have not proofread it at all...

 

#1

 

Once upon a time, long long ago in a wide and beautiful kingdom there lived a King and a Queen who ruled supreme. To the people of the land, the King and Queen were a happy couple who cared for their subjects and brought nothing but happiness to the land. However despite this joy that seemed to emanate from the King and Queen, they were secretly in despair. For the King and Queen were incapable of producing a child. Years of trying had come to nothing and the King was starting to reach the Autumn of his life. One night before I retired to his bed for sleep he knelt at the South window of his castle and looked out the moon in the distant sky. It was a full moon that illuminated the King’s features on his face and showed every wrinkle and pore on his fragile skin. The King held his hands together and prayed that he could produce a child before he past away to the afterlife.

Nine months later the Queen was sitting in her bed. At her side was the King who clasped her hands. The Queen was gravely ill and the end of her life seemed imminent. She leant her head towards the King and whispered in his ear “Please, take care of Sophie.”

At that point the Queen closed her eyes and drifted into an eternal sleep. On the other side of the bed was a crib and inside that crib was the newborn Princess Sophie. The King got up from his chair and walked to Sophie’s crib. He took the child from the crib and stood at the very same window he prayed at nine months earlier and looked at the full moon that sat in the sky. The moonlight illuminated each tear that ran from the King’s eyes as he wept for the love of his life. Sophie was now all he had left.

Princess Sophie grew up to be a beautiful young woman. She resembled her mother in almost every way, with the long blonde flowing hair and the crystal blue eyes that had previously been used by her mother to warm every citizen’s heart in the Kingdom. However the King did not notice this. He had fallen into a deep depression since the death of his wife and for the last sixteen years he resided mostly in the dungeon of his castle. He barely saw daylight and was now a shadow of the King he had once been to his people. Because of the loss of her mother and the absence of her father the Princess had instead found solace in the arms of her Uncle Mikhail, the Queen’s younger brother. Mikhail had never married, he lost his right arm in the great War of Freedonia thirty years previously and now lived alone in his own castle ten miles away that was given to him by his sister. Uncle Mikhail was a very private man but he always found time for young Sophie as she reminded him of his sister.

Sophie spent most of her days in the courtyard of the castle. She enjoyed knitting and sewing. Sophie made most of her own clothes and had help from some of her servants. She also enjoyed playing with the young stable boy, Anthony, who looked after all the horses. One day Sophie was playing hide and seek with Anthony. Sophie hid in behind a haystack in the courtyard. Anthony searched for her but to no avail until Sophie accidentally let out a sneeze and Anthony caught her, Sophie tried to flee but Anthony caught her and they both fell in the nearby pile of hay. There was a moment when Anthony and Sophie looked into each other’s eyes. Neither of them said anything. Anthony thought about kissing the young Princess but thought he was not worthy of such a thing. But instead Sophie moved her lips closer. They were about to lock lips until suddenly an outstretched arm pulled Sophie away. It was Uncle Mikhail. He hauled Sophie up the stairs to her room and threw her onto her bed. Uncle Mikhail loomed over her. “You are not to see that boy again! You are only sixteen, you should not be concerned with young men!”  He left Sophie’s room and slammed the door behind him. Sophie, with a tear in her eye, ran to her window and looked out onto the courtyard where she saw Anthony clearing up the hay. Uncle Mikhail then approached him and struck him in the face. Uncle Mikhail then dragged Anthony into the tool shed. Sophie never saw Anthony again.

A few days later Sophie was taking supper down to the dungeon for her father. She placed the food onto the table but could not see her father anywhere. “Father? Where are you?”

In the corner of the dungeon she heard a scratching. From the shadows a frail old man approached. His skin resembled white porcelain as he struggled to walk to the table. “Oh father! Please, come outside with me, it’s a beautiful day. Please accompany me!”

Sophie’s pleas were met with a small grunt from her father. She resigned to failure and left her father alone in the cold darkness that had consumed him.

Months later it was approaching Sophie’s seventeenth birthday. Just as every year since her birth, all the servants were decorating the castle and preparing for a huge banquet to be shared with some of the most prominent citizens of the kingdom. Sophie was putting the finishing touches to a dress she had been working on for weeks for the occasion. There was a knock at the door and Uncle Mikhail was standing in the doorway. “Sophie my dear, is everything alright?”

Sophie smiled at her Uncle. “Yes Uncle, I cannot wait for my birthday celebrations to begin.”

Uncle Mikhail smiled back at her. “I have seen the decorations. I can see why you are excited. I feel this year could be bigger than last year.”

Sophie put down her sewing kit and walked up to her Uncle. “Mother would be proud of me wouldn’t she?”

“Of course she would be. You have exceeded every expectation she had of you. Now I must be off.”

Uncle Mikhail closed the door and left Sophie to her work however it was now getting late and so Sophie got dressed into her white satin nightdress and fell asleep in her bed. Sophie had a dream.

In Sophie’s dream she was standing in a garden. This garden had every type of flower imaginable growing in it. In the distance Sophie saw a large oak tree and from the oak tree hung a swinging bench. Sophie saw somebody sitting on the bench but could not quite make out who it was. She waded through the long grass to the tree. As she got closer she could make out features of the person. Blue crystal eyes and a crown sitting on her golden locks of hair. It was her mother. She was carrying a young child in her arms and rocking her to sleep. Sophie got right up to her mother. The Queen looked up at Sophie, opened her mouth and said “Wake up your stupid whore!”

 

 

Sophie was jolted out of her sleep and a bag was pulled over her head. Sophie struggled to fight whoever had woken her. She waved her arms about, trying to catch the person’s head but was only hitting air. Suddenly, what felt like a large stone hit her in the head. Sophie immediately fell to the ground and went into a deep sleep.

Sophie woke up with the bag still over her head. She immediately cried for help. She could hear her screams echoing around her. Suddenly a large chill came over Sophie’s body. She felt cold and vulnerable. “Well you’re awake then.”

The bag was ripped off Sophie’s head. A bright light shined in Sophie’s eyes and disorientated her until she got used to the light, it was coming from a solitary window letting in the sunlight. Sophie then realized why she was cold, she had been stripped naked and was lying on a wooden slab with her arms and legs strapped to the slab by leather straps. Sophie looked around the area in front of her and she deduced she was in some kind of dungeon that was fairly similar to the one which her father had lived in for the last sixteen years. From Sophie’s left an old man walked down to her legs. The man was incredibly ugly and had a slight stench coming from him. “Oh. Don’t you look beautiful like that? I wish I was having you first.”

The old man’s hands shook as his words slipped out of his trout lips. “I’ve been waiting too f*cking long for this.”

“Who are you?! Where am I?!” Sophie barked at the old man.

“Who am I? I’m going to be your second. I can’t wait to get inside of you while you’re young and ripe.”

Sophie had no idea what he was talking about. Without a mother, she had not had proper sex education. The only forms of affection she knew of was the single kiss on the lips that she was yet to experience with anyone. “Please, let me out of these straps. I’m cold and under a lot of despair.”

The old man cackled maniacally until a chesty cough brought it to a stop. “Don’t worry my dear. The master will put you out of your misery. He should be...”

At that point a door behind Sophie opened and then closed. Sophie could hear footsteps as someone came down a set of stairs behind her. The old man in front of her bowed his head and retreated to the far end of the room. The footsteps behind Sophie got closer until she felt a presence directly behind her. “Master.” said the old man.

A hooded man walked around the wooden slab that kept Sophie in her place. The hooded man then stood next to Sophie’s feet and his hood cast a shadow over half of Sophie’s face. The Master then dropped his hood down to reveal a golden mask covering the top half of his face. He then took his robe off and revealed to Sophie his aged naked body and his missing arm. “What are you doing?!” Sophie questioned. She still did not know what was happening. The Master then climbed onto the wooden slab and put his body directly above Sophie’s, at this point she realized that she was in great danger. Sophie started to shake violently but could not move more than an inch because of the straps keeping her down. The Master started to kiss Sophie on her lips and slowly made his way down to her neck and then her petite breasts. Sophie started to scream until The Master shut her up by sticking his long tongue down her throat. In the corner of the dungeon the Old Man was taking as much delight in this as possible. “Whore! Whore!” he started to shout.

The Master then moved his head down to Sophie’s vagina and stuck his tongue inside. The screams from Sophie started again and the Old Man moved towards her with an old handkerchief in hand. The Master then suddenly looked up at The Old Man, and bellowed at him “Don’t you dare gag her or I shall take your head!”

The old man backed off and The Master continued. As he licked Sophie’s clitoris, he used his only hand to grope her breasts. Sophie could no longer scream, she only cried. The Master then stopped, lifted his head and put his hand out to The Old Man who placed the handkerchief into The Master’s hand. The Master used the handkerchief to wipe his mouth and dropped the handkerchief onto the floor. By this time his penis had grown hard and he inserted it into Sophie. At this point The Old Man made his way up to the door that The Master had entered through. The Master continued to slide his penis in and out of Sophie gradually getting faster and faster till he was about to ejaculate. At that point he ripped his penis out and shuffled over to Sophie’s face and let it out on her face. Sophie started to vomit. The Master then got off the wooden slab and picked up his robe. At that point, the door behind Sophie opened and The Old Man re-entered. This time he was accompanied by several other men of a similar age. They all gathered around the table and start staring at Sophie’s lifeless body that has remnants of vomit and semen on her face and chest. At this point The Master put his hood back on and then removed his gold mask to reveal himself as Uncle Mikhail. Sophie takes a brief look at the face of her rapist before collapsing. Uncle Mikhail turned to The Old Man “Well Hugo. You can have her now.”

Hugo immediately made his way over to the top of the wooden slab and started to turn a small wheel to the left, this made the wooden slab spin round so that Sophie was turned sideways to the floor facing to the left. The leather straps stopped her from falling to the ground. Hugo then walked over to Sophie’s head. He stroked her blonde hair softly before taking off his clothes and then trying to force his penis into her mouth but it refused to open because she was still unconscious. Hugo slapped Sophie in the face to try and wake her as Uncle Mikhail then made his way out of the dungeon leaving Hugo striking Sophie as the crowd watches with glee.

 

 

Inside The King’s castle. One of Sophie’s closest friends there, Angelina the servant, made her way down to the dungeon of the King to inform him that Sophie had gone missing. “Your majesty? Where are you?”

In the corner of the dungeon a faint scratching sound could be heard and the King emerged. “Your majesty, I have grave news. It is your daughter Sophie. She has gone missing.” The King simply let out a small grunt.

“We’ve sent out many people to look for her in the forest. But there has been nothing so far.” Again, the King let out a small grunt.

“We’re waiting for Mikhail to show up so we can ask him for information...”

At this point the King stared directly at Angelina. “Mikhail?”

Angelina is shocked by the eye contact she was receiving from the King. The first time she had seen his eyes properly since before Sophie was born. “Yes your majesty. Uncle Mikhail was here just last night.”

“Mikhail...” the King’s eyes started to fire up.

Suddenly the King rised and started walking towards the stairs leading to daylight. Angelina was shocked. She had never seen such emotion from the King. She started to follow him. “Your majesty, is there anything you want me to do?”

The King then turned around to Angelina. “I want you...I want you to find the finest soldier in the Kingdom. And I want you to prepare my carriage for departure.”

George Masterton was eighteen years old when he joined The King’s army. Though he had never seen combat, he was by far the most athletic and fit of all the soldiers in the army. A constant champion at the King’s Jousting Festival for the last ten years he was a natural pick for Angelina. When Angelina approached George in the barracks he is chopping wood topless. Angelina is impressed by his muscles as he chops through block after block of wood. She wondered to herself how a man of his age had yet to find a wife. “George?” she asked.

“Can I help you?” George’s asked.

“George, your assistance is required. By the King’s orders.” Angelina tried to make herself sound as official as possible despite being a mere servant.

“The King? I haven’t seen the King since I was twelve years old. I’ve won the jousting festivals every year since I was eighteen or nineteen and I have never been granted an audience with him. So why now?”

“This concerns Princess Sophie.” Angelina’s mention of Sophie immediately raises George’s interest.

“The Princess. This concerns her?” Images of The Princess and marriage fill George’s head. He agreed to meet the King.

 

The King and George boarded the King’s carriage and they made their way to Mikhail’s castle. “Your majesty. I must ask...why me?”

“George. I need you to kill my brother in law. If you do that, I will give you my daughter’s hand in marriage.”

“Who is your brother in law?” asks George.

“My brother in law is the sickest bastard I have ever known. I haven’t seen him in nearly twenty five years. It was my...wife’s birthday...there was a great banquet in her honor. There was drinking and dancing. It was a joyous occasion. At one point my wife and I sneaked upstairs to make love. We went into our room and made passionate love to each other until we both fell asleep. When we awoke we found my brother in law passed out in our room. There was a naked fourteen girl tied up next to him. I could not hide my wife from the horror. I beat him within an inch of his life and then we my wife and I banished him to his current castle. That was the last I saw him. But it appears since my wife’s death he has made his way into my daughter’s life without my knowledge. Who knows what Mikhail could do to Sophie. That’s why I want you to kill him. I should have done it years ago and now I am simply too weak to do it myself. Mikhail is a monster. A monster that needs to be slayed.”

Mikhail was standing at the top of his castle when he noticed a single carriage making it’s way towards the castle. He knew it involved Sophie and so he made his way down to his armoury and grabbed his finest sword.

The King’s carriage reached the castle. Inside the King pulled out a small bag. He tipped out the white powder inside onto a small tray. The King then started to snort the white powder up his nose.

“Your majesty, what is that?” George asked.

“This...is not for you.” the King replied.

George and The King exited the carriage and George opened up the wooden doors to the castle. Inside there was not any sign of life. The place was almost deserted.

“Mikhail?!” The King shouted. His voice echoed through the castle. Then a faint sound of metal came from behind a door. It got louder and louder until the door opened and Mikhail stepped out. “You came quicker than I thought!” he bellowed. “And you came with a friend. Quite unfair...Hugo!”

Without warning, Hugo on the upper balcony fired an arrow into George’s arm. George let out a scream. “Come on Harold. Just you and me old boy.” Mikhail started making his way towards the king, sword in hand. The King had no choice, he picked up George’s sword and prepared to duel with Mikhail.

The two locked swords. Even The King’s two handed grip was no match for just Mikhail’s one. The two swords clashed. Mikhail still had the upper hand, superior in every way to the King but somehow the King survived. George slowly started to get to his feet. Hugo was too distracted by the fight between the King and Mikhail to notice. “Come on old man, challenge me!” Mikhail shouted.

Mikhail managed to knock The King in the chin which brings The King to his knees. Mikhail lifts his sword ready to deliver the death strike until suddenly George places his small knife into the back of Mikhail’s neck. Hugo is livid, he fires an arrow at George but George manages to use Mikhail’s body as a human shield which finishes Mikhail off for good. Hugo is shocked and he runs away towards the dungeon. George gives chase with his sword.

Inside the dungeon Hugo and the audience members cowered in the corner. George runs down the steps and sees Sophie’s naked body covered in different bodily fluids. George boils up and he lunges at Hugo with his sword which takes Hugo’s head clean off. The audience members flee for their lives. George makes his way over to Sophie’s body. She is clearly exhausted. George covers her body with a sheet and carries her back to the King. The King is visibly distraught.

One year later it is the marriage of Princess Sophie and George Masterton. The King is present. Though he is emotionally scarred for life he vows to never take his daughter for granted and spend every day with her for as long as he will live.

 

#2

 

It is the fourteenth day of July and everybody in the town has been invited to the event of the year. Princess Sophie of the Dickinson family, the ruling family of Freedonia is to be married to Sir George Masterton, the champion of jousting in all the land. Sophie’s father, King Edward is sitting in his throne in the balcony overlooking the courtyard of his great castle. Down below them George waits at the rose petalled altar with the vicar for the ceremony. People from all over Freedonia are sitting, waiting for Sophie to arrive and be joined in holy matrimony. There are tailors, carpenters and cooks, even the peasants of the town have been invited.

Sir George, dressed in his gold ceremonial cape stands anxiously at the altar. Awaiting the woman who is to change his life for the better. Sir George grew up in a middle class family. He was the oldest of three sons to a carpenter and a maid. George always excelled at athletics and he took to jousting at an early age. At the age of nine he was able to sneak into the training area for jousters, there he witnessed men in their great armour, it was so clean and shiny that it reflected the radiant sun into George’ eyes, blinding him for a moment. It was at that point that George decided he would put every ounce of effort into becoming a jouster. Nineteen years later and after countless jousting wins he was yet to be granted an audience with the King until one day when a young servant came to him at the barracks and informed him that Princess Sophie had been taken by her Uncle. It was at this point that George accompanied the King to Uncle Mikhail’s castle and helped slay Mikhail and save Sophie. After that the King gave his blessing for George to take Sophie’s hand in marriage.

The trumpets blared and everyone rose to their feet and looked behind them. There was Princess Sophie. In a wedding dress that brought tears of joy to everybody watching. Even the King’s personal guards, the ones who were supposed to have the will of steel, were brought to tears by the Princess’ arrival. Sophie gracefully made her way down to the altar, as she seemingly floated down she remembered her youth. When she was five years old she recalled planning and acting out her dream wedding, what she had envisioned on that day was exceeded by what she had today. She also recalls the events of one year ago, when she was kidnapped and raped by her Uncle Mikhail and how George was there to save her. She will never forgot that time and she has been scarred physically and mentally for life. But she knows that by being married to George he will protect her.

Sophie arrived at the altar, George held her hand and they both faced the vicar. “Please take your seats and we shall begin.” the vicar bellowed.

“We are gathered here today to join these two magnificent people in holy matrimony. In a bond that cannot be broken using a love that cannot be perished...”

In the balcony above them, the King looked down on Sophie and George, a tear rolled down his cheek as he recalled his own wedding day to his Queen. It had been nearly twenty years since the Queen died while giving birth to Sophie. It was a shock that put him into a deep depression. A depression that he was not awoken from until the day that he was told of Sophie’s kidnapping. On that day he rose from his seemingly eternal sadness and killed the one man who brought agony to his daughter, since then he has been trying to rebuild his life. The kingdom of Freedonia has become a much less gruesome place since he took charge again and he was still looking to bring back the greatness of Freedonia. He felt that this wedding would be a big part of that.

Down below at the altar the vicar was bringing the wedding ceremony to an end. “...then I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Sophie and George looked deep into each other’s eyes. Before locking lips in a kiss that united the entire courtyard. They then went back up the aisle to the rapturous applause of the audience.

Next to Freedonia was another kingdom that went by the name of Dominica. Dominica and Freedonia had a troubled history. Thirty years ago a dispute between the Kings of Freedonia and Dominica over trading led to a war that lasted five years. The war was a brutal and bloody affair that had long lasting repercussions that still exist to this very day. The conflict was brought to halt by an emergency treaty that was signed by King Edward and King Fargus of Dominica. Despite the treaty, the relationship between Freedonia and Dominica are still fractured and for a member of one Kingdom to enter another is considered suicidal by most. In a small area of land that lies on both the Freedonian and Dominican borders, known as The Bulge, lies a small castle that many have thought to be deserted for years. But under this castle lies a secret society that side themselves with Dominica. They refer to themselves as ‘The Dominican Brotherhood’. This society is a group of former soldiers who fought against Freedonia and who still hold a grudge the kingdom for the pain and suffering that they endured. For the last thirty years this group have committed countless acts of terrorism against Freedonia, though they have never made much of an impact and Freedonia view them as merely a small itch. Tonight however, a meeting has been called by the leader of the group. A leader who calls himself Lord Damien.

In the great hall of the castle, members dressed in white hoods are sitting at a huge wooden table. Together they are drinking and telling lewd sex jokes to each other. Suddenly Lord Damien enters the room through giant wooden door on the side of the room. The men at the table all suddenly hush at once and Lord Damien makes his way to the head of the table. Lord Damien raises his hand “Gentleman, I am glad you are here and you are enjoying the fine cider I have prepared. But I ask of you to pay all your attention to me right now as I have very important news. As you will no doubt have heard, today King Edward’s only daughter Sophie was married.”

The men at the table all grumble together. Lord Damien puts his hand up again “Yes, yes I know. It is vile news that that tyrant was able to witness his daughter become married. But I have a plan that will bring you all joy. Tonight I have planned for Sophie to be kidnapped.”

Suddenly one man at the table stands to his feet “We’ve tried that already. You remember what Brother Mikhail did? He took Sophie and then Sophie was rescued by Edward.”

Lord Damien nods in agreement, “Yes. I recall what Brother Mikhail did but he was sloppy. He put his own...needs before the needs of the Dominican Brotherhood. This time we will not make that mistake. This time Sophie will be taken and then we shall demand that Edward abdicates his throne and signs all over Freedonia over to the Great Kingdom of Dominica!”

The men all cheer in unison. “And if he doesn’t...” says Lord Damien, “We shall execute her and send her head to the King personally!”

The same man from before stands up once again and enquires “But when is this plan taking place?”

“The plan is in operation as we speak.” Assures Lord Damien.

Back in Freedonia, Princess Sophie and her new husband George are in their own castle about ten miles from the King’s home. George is sitting in bed, he is waiting on Sophie who is in the bathroom. Suddenly Sophie shouts out “George, close your eyes.”

George closes his eyes, he knows what’s coming next. “Ok now open them.” Sophie says.

George opens his eyes and cannot believe what he’s seeing. Sophie is standing in the doorway of the bathroom in a white see through chemise dress. George’s mouth drops to the floor as Sophie walks seductively over to the bed. She gets on to the end of the bed and then takes off the dress before crawling over to George. They start kissing and then Sophie slips her hand under the covers and starts tugging on George. George is loving this, he can’t get enough of it, yet he is having problems. “What’s wrong?” asks Sophie. “Am I doing something wrong?”

George shakes his head “No, no. You’re great, I guess I’m just tired. Try going faster.”

Sophie starts tugging faster, so fast that she will probably get friction burns on her hands and yet it’s not doing anything for George. “George, nothing’s happening!” Sophie complains.

George’s face goes red, “Ok, try going down on it instead.”

Sophie obliges and she starts to kiss George’s penis. George looks down as he sees Sophie’s head bobbing up and down. He puts his hand on her head and starts to get into it and yet, there is no reaction downstairs. Sophie raises her head, “For f*ck’s sake! This is useless!”

George’s face is now redder than a tomato. He gets out of bed and puts his pants on. “Sophie, give me a minute. I’m going out for a bit.” George heads out of the room and he hears Sophie mutter ‘whatever’ under her breath.

Outside the castle is a small bench, George sits on the bench and puts his head in his hands. This was not the first time this has happened. In fact it’s a regular occurrence for him, it was a problem he had never found a solution for. A tear rolled down his cheek, he was worried he would never be able to satisfy his new wife. Suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes to his right. George thought it was just a bird or possibly a fox out hunting for it’s prey at this time of the night. George’s thoughts went back to his dilemma as he thought of an answer, maybe a strap on would do the trick? George was then suddenly struck over the back of the head by a hooded man. George’s body dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. The man pulled down his hood and then signaled to two men to his right and they both came in and tied George’s hands and feet up. The man then sneaked up the stairs to the bedroom where he found Sophie sitting in her bed sulking. “Hello my precious.” the man said.

“Wh-who are you?! GEORGE! GEORGE!” Sophie screamed.

“Shut your f*cking mouth you dirty little slut.” the man leaped onto the bed and punched Sophie right in the face which knocked her out cold. Dirty thoughts ran across the man’s head until he decided against them and called up his assistants who came up and tied her up as well then carrying her down the stairs. They loaded her into the back of a trailer and then made their way towards the Kingdom of Dominica.

Two days passed and the King was not aware of what had happened to his daughter, he carried on with life as usual, today he had his old friend, Harold Montague over for dinner and light entertainment. They were sitting in the King’s study playing chess when suddenly the King’s hand servant Olivia bust into the room, “Your majesty! Your majesty! Come quick, it’s George, he’s hurt!”

The King and Harold got to their feet and rushed into the main hall where they found George, semi naked, bloody and dirty being attended to by a group of servants. “What tragedy has befallen you George, where is my daughter?!” the King demanded.

“He can’t speak your highness. He’s bushed.” Olivia explained to the King.

“Hooded....man.” George muttered.

“What was that, boy? A hooded man?!” The King replied.

“White...hood.”

The King looked at Harold “White hood?! Harold, are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Harold’s face dropped. “Yes, The Dominican Brotherhood.”

The King turned back to George. “George! Did the hooded men take Sophie? Tell me!”

George’s eyes opened wide and slowly he nodded his head.

“BASTARDS! f*ckING BASTARDS! f*ckING ARSES!” The King shouted.

Harold tried to calm him. “Edward, please calm down.”

“No! f*ck that! Those bastards are going to die in my hands!” the King exclaimed.

Harold looked at him worried. He then conceded defeat to the King. “Well I guess I can’t stop you going after them. But you will need to know where they are hiding. They currently reside in The Bulge, between Freedonia and Dominica. But your highness, I must warn you, they will be heavy in numbers.”

“That is not a concern for me dear friend. Not when I have George by my side. We defeated Mikhail together, we can destroy the Dominican Brotherhood together.” The King looked at George who sat up in his chair. “Get lots of rest tonight George. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

George rose to his feet, he nodded to the King and left for his room. A determination washed over him, he was looking for revenge and revenge is a dish best served raw and bloody.

In The Bulge, Sophie was being shown to her cell. A 4x4 room, surrounded by bars. Two hooded members of the Dominican Brotherhood shoved her in and Sophie fell onto the floor, knocking over a bucket which she would later find was for excretion. “Let me out! You don’t know what you’re doing! You’ve made a huge mistake!” Sophie shouted.

The two Brotherhood members ignored her and turned their attention to the doorway behind them where Lord Damien was standing. They both bowed to him and then left, leaving just Lord Damien and Sophie alone. “Well, at last we meet Princess Sophie. I am honoured to have you in my abode.” Sophie spat in his face.

Lord Damien wiped the saliva from his eye and out of his nostril. “Where are your manners Princess Sophie? Didn’t that incontinent wretched excuse of a father teacher you any?!” Lord Damien grabbed Sophie by the throat, he started to squeeze Sophie’s trachea, treating it like it was merely a twig. “When you are in my home, you will abide my rules and one of those rules is to treat your host with respect!” Lord Damien pulled Sophie forward into her cell bars.

Sophie started to cry. Tears ran down her face and onto the menacing grip of Lord Damien. “I just hope that your father has the balls to attempt some kind of futile attempt at rescuing you. Because it will give me the chance to slip a knife into that weak body of his!” Lord Damien chucked Sophie back and she fell onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Lord Damien called for his guards to come back in. “If she says just one word, make an example of her.” Lord Damien left the room. Sophie cried herself to sleep.

The next morning George awoke from his sleep. He got dressed and walked into the courtyard and saw the King sitting crossed legs in the middle. He sat there meditating. George dared not disturb him and so he took a seat on a bale of hay to the side. The King then spoke. “George. I allowed you to marry my daughter so that you could protect her from all harm that would come her way. You failed to protect her last night. For that I may never forgive you. Unless you can make amends today by saving my daughter and slaying the ones who are responsible for her harm.” The King turned his head towards George. “Can you do that George? Can you bring vengeance to them?”

George looked at The King, a tear ran down his cheek. “Yes your highness. There will be no remorse, no regret, no mercy. I want blood.”

The King got to his feet. “Then we must be off, a carriage awaits us outside.” George followed The King to the carriage and they set off for The Bulge.

Inside Sophie’s cell, the rising sun shone through a small window and onto Sophie’s face. She opened her eyes and saw that a guard was dragging a small metal bath towards the cell door. The guard opened the door and shoved the bath inside Sophie’s cell and locked the cell door up again. The guard stared straight into Sophie’s eyes. “Now bathe.”

Sophie looked aghast, she stared the guard right back into his eyes. “No.” The guard’s face turned red. “If you don’t do it yourself I will do it for you!”

Sophie realised there was no other option, she slipped her chemise off and sat in the bath of cold water. She was not given a sponge of brush and could only use her hands to wash herself. She then got out but noticed that the guard was just staring at her and her wet naked breasts. “What are you staring at?” she asked the Guard who remained silent. “Avert your eyes.” she demanded yet the Guard did nothing, she did however notice a small bulge in his trousers.

Sophie saw an opportunity. She walked seductively to the bars of cell door and put her hand on the Guard’s shoulder. The guard remained completely still and completely silent. Sophie then dropped onto her knees and through the cell bars she undid the button on the Guard’s trousers where she was greeted with an erect penis. Sophie pulled the penis towards her and started to blow the Guard. Now the guard reacted, a smile crept across his face, this was not something that happened to him often. The guard increasingly enjoyed the oral sex he was receiving until suddenly a huge pain came over him as if someone had just hammered a nail through his penis. Sophie had slammed her jaw shut on his penis. The guard screamed in agony then Sophie pushed herself away from the bars, taking the guard’s penis with her. Blood poured out of the guard’s hip and drenched the bars of Sophie’s cell. Sophie meanwhile spat the penis into her bucket full of urine. Two more guards ran in to find what all the commotion was about, one of the guard’s fainted at the sight of blood that was pouring everywhere while the other guard pulled the first guard away. Sophie smiled, showing her teeth which were painted a dark shade of red.

Meanwhile, The King and George’s carriage approached the Brotherhood’s castle in The Bulge, The King saw how close they were and stopped the carriage. “We shall proceed on foot from her.” The King said.

They got off the carriage and started walking towards the castle. They trekked through a menacing looking forest. The trees towered over them. George was worried that archers may be taking refuge within the trees and were ready to strike at a moments notice. As they got closer to the castle they noticed one guard hanging around outside in the stables. “Wait here” said The King. George crept behind a bush, while The King made crouched down and sneaked over to the stables. The King got behind the guard and sliced his throat with a small dagger that was concealed in his boot. George was impressed by The King and how he was so athletic at such an old age. George then caught up with The King who gave him the dagger “Here. You’ll find this helpful.”

They proceeded to the castle entrance. They were surprised to find that there were no guards outside. Suddenly the castle doors opened and inside George and The King saw thirty Dominican Brotherhood men all carrying swords. George gulped which felt like swallowing an apple whole. The King pulled out his sword, George followed. They then both charged at the Dominican Brotherhood. George was dispatching the men with ease while The King, though slower, still held his own against the men that came his way. George chopped the arm off one man then stabbed the heart of another as if it was nothing. The King was fighting with one man when suddenly The King had his weapon knocked out of his hands. The King had no alternative but to run, two guards gave chase of him through the castle. George, meanwhile, had just three guards left to kill. He sliced the head of one, ripped off the arm of another and then cut open the stomach of another. George then stood amongst twenty odd dead bodies. He looked for The King but could not see him, George thought the King would be fine and so George went looking through the castle for Sophie. As George ran through the corridors he encountered more enemies but they were no match for George. As he ran took out guards one by one he felt a rush of adrenaline and not only that but he was getting excited in more ways than one. Eventually he found the cell where Sophie was being held. George kicked down the steel door with ferocity. He then grabbed Sophie and kissed her. George was thrilled to see Sophie again and he showed it the best way he could. By making love to her right there and then. It seemed that the violence that George had just gone through acted as an aphrodisiac to him and he was properly prepared to deflower her unlike what he could do two nights ago. Sophie could not believe what she was experiencing. She experienced something she had never felt before. An orgasm.

The King ran through the halls of the castle and eventually found a sword hanging on the wall as a decoration. He pulled it off, swung around and beheaded one of his pursuers. The King then looked at his other pursuer who decided not to take his chances against The King and he ran away. The King then made his way through the castle, looking for George or Sophie. He opened one door and found himself in a great hall. Across the other side of the hall was Lord Damien, waiting for The King. “Finally, we can get this show going!” shouted Lord Damien. “The great King of Freedonia, slayer of Brother Mikhail.”

The King’s eyes widened. “You worked with Mikhail?” asked The King.

“Worked with? He was my leader, my master. The man who taught me everything I know about swordplay and how to rape young women like dear Sophie.” Lord Damien laughed.

“You didn’t?!” cried The King.

“Of course not! I will kill you first and then do it while your decaying corpse is watching us!”

The King was furious. “You bastard! I won’t give you the chance!”

The King charged at Damien, the two of them locked swords and then engaged in a ferocious sword battle around the hall. The King found it just like fighting his brother in law Mikhail. They performed the same moves, it was like deja vu. However Damien is prone to cheating and at the perfect time, Damien landed a kick to the groin of The King then threw a punch into The King’s face. The King fell to the ground and dropped his sword, Damien then kicked The King’s sword away and stood tall over him. The King was out of options, he braced himself for death. Damien lifted his sword high into the air when suddenly Sophie appeared in the doorway to the hall. Damien looked at Sophie. “You’re just in time Sophie. Say goodbye to your father!”. But before Damien could strike George struck Damien over the head with the handle of his sword. Damien fell to floor, George helped The King to his feet. “Your highness, take Sophie and run. I shall take care of this bastard.”  The King nodded, he knew it was time for George to do his duty. He took Sophie out of the castle despite her protests. Damien got to his feet. “...and you must be George. Oh you’re a lucky one to have that Sophie, she’s a real treat.”

“Pick up that sword and prepare to fight.” George said.

Damien picked up his sword and the pair of them fought one another. George was quick but Damien had the stronger attacks. George felt as though he was being hit by a hammer as he fought with Damien. Once again Damien showed his cheating side and threw dust, gathered in his pocket, at George’s face. George was unable to see, Damien saw his chance and knocked George to the floor. George then took his sword and cut George’s right hand clean off. George screamed in agony as he stared at his decapitated hand lying on the floor with his sword still in it’s grip. Damien then stood over George and stuck his sword into George’s shoulder. George cried for help yet there was nobody there to save him. Damien laughed “How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own. Staring death in the face!”

George then suddenly remembered the dagger he had in his boot. He pulled his foot toward him, took out the dagger and slashed Damien across the face giving him a cut that looked like he had just received a Chelsea kiss. Damien fell back but charged back at George who threw the dagger perfectly into the neck of Lord Damien. Blood squirted out his neck and covered the floor of the great hall and also fell onto George’s body. George slowly rose to his feet and picked up Damien’s sword. Damien was still struggling to stop the blood coming out of his neck, he looked at George who chopped Damien’s head off in one vicious cut.

Two weeks passed and George was in bed as he had been since the raid on Lord Damien’s castle. He had been passing in and out of consciousness but today had finally reawakened. He opened his eyes to find Sophie staring back at him, thrilled that he had made a recovery. “Oh George! Thank God!.” George couldn’t believe Sophie was safe, he lifted his arm to stroke face but was shocked to find his hand was no longer there and instead found a metal glove on the end of his arm. “sh*t! What is that?!” George shouted.

“It’s your new hand. We had it specially made for you. You’ll be just like you used to be now...”

At the top of the castle The King was looking out towards Dominica. He thought about the future for both Kingdoms and what has now potentially been opened up by the attack on the Dominican Brotherhood.

 

 

Comments and Criticism is always welcome.

[Tyler]

Wow. I can't believe no one else has commented on this man. That was a wonderful story! I seriously couldn't stop reading after the first three paragraphs. Have you thought about continuing this story, because I'd definitely continue reading. It's really a great plotline, and I can see where the fairy tale aspect comes into it. Where'd you get this idea anyway?

[Andyzoot]

One day I decided to do 'a fairy tale with an adult twist' and that first story was what came of it. I know none of them are going to be winning any awards any time soon and I bet there are loads of grammar and spelling mistakes in there that I couldn't be bothered to proofread for. It's only a bit of fun...glad you enjoyed it though.